David is 25 years old, a perfectionist, egotistical and vain. The summer life writing course has indulged his love of writing and awoken his brain from holiday mode. David is an avid gamer, a ’you tuber,’ and he also has two blogs running. David lives with cerebral palsy although he prefers to describe himself as ‘high maintenance.'
At thirteen, I was an ordinary teenager. Puberty was kicking in. Along with it, came a myriad of emotions: anger, frustration, sadness. These three emotions controlled my decisions, some of them good, some bad while the anger and frustration reverberated through all my years of high school and seeped into my early adulthood. I was so angry at the world and frustrated that I couldn't do typical teenage stuff like sleepovers and having makeup sex after the prom.
And there was the sexual aspect of puberty. The funniest thing that arrived with the onset of puberty was that every time I saw what I considered to be a cute girl I would get a ‘stiffie.’ Once my dad caught me reading something for my nourishment down there. I received a spanking and have not seen my box of Playboy magazines again. I think my dad burned the box.
I was a normal, heterosexual teenager.